The Knight and the Witch

Tavern Thoughts

~Gwaine's POV~

Gwaine sighed, staring at the tankard of mead in front of him. Usually, he'd have downed it in one and already be asking for another, but right now, there was something on his mine.

Or rather someone.

Morgana had been on his mind all day, and in order to cheer himself up, he'd gone for a drink at the tavern. Well, he'd meant to. Before he ran into the other knights.

He'd just received the drink, when the lot come in, obviously looking for a reward for a hard day's work. Arthur was surprisingly with them, and he laughed as he saw Gwaine.

'Tell me why I'm not surprised to see you here,' Arthur joked, as he sat down beside him, followed by the rest of the knights. Soon enough, there were full tankards atop the table.

Gwaine just laughed with them and shrugged.

'What reason isn't there to go to the tavern?' He downed part of the drink. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea coming here all, he mused.

It had been just under a month since Gwaine had become a Knight, and yet it seemed so long ago. It had also been a month since his last proper conversation with the Lady Morgana, he thought sadly.

He'd seen her nearly every day of course, but just from a distance, and just polite. He decided it was better to keep his smirks and his retorts to himself. 

But every time he saw that black river of hair float as she walked, he had yearned to go up and touch it it, to hold it, to hold her, keep her close.

But that wasn't going to happen. Not with Morgana thinking so lowly of him.  

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~Morgana's POV~

Morgana rested her head on the wall, and looked out over the darkness courtyard. The sun had sunk below the horizon a long time ago, but Morgana couldn't sleep. She had opened the window to let in the calming smell of night air, and hopefully make her more tired.

But it wasn't working. Every time she closed her eyes a certain long haired fool appeared. Even when she did manage to drift off, he was still there. It wasn't one of her seer dreams, but instead something much more...happy. Until she woke up. Then she was just full of longing.

Morgana had seen Gwaine in the castle ever since the first day they'd met, which had to be about a month now, but every time she saw him, she turned the other way, not wanting another embarrassing encounter. Not wanting to give him another reason to dislike her.

She sighed into the night, hoping the air would help. It did very little. but, just as she was about to shut the window, he was suddenly there. In the courtyard. Beneath her window. Gwaine was lent up against one of the pillars, just looking up at the moon. It was beautiful and full, reminding Morgana of his lips.

He didn't seem to have noticed Morgana. In fact, Gwaine didn't seem to be focusing on anything, just gazing up into the sky. He sighed occasionally. Morgana took in the way he stood, seemly relaxed, but she could see from here the definition of his muscle through the thin shit he was wearing.

She revelled in his looks, how fine his face was, sharp enough to cut someone, but strong enough to the break them. her eyes gazed over his hair and stubble, which just added to his boyish charm.

Morgana wondered what was on his mind to make him be up this late, doing nothing, just standing in the moonlit courtyard. Her thoughts briefly wondered to the possibility of herself being his thought, but then berated herself for thinking so pathetically. Why would this Knight have any interest in her when she behaved like a complete and utter princess?

Well, that's what she was, but still.

Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow she could try and be a little nicer to him...

*A/N*

Wow...this chapter sure is short....sorrrrry xD

And pathetic because *cough*I'm a terrible writer*cough* :3

Well I got into writing so this chapters up way too soon after the first one..oh well xD